Originally written on Thursday, July 26, 2007 at 12:03am
Notes, blogs and other assorted cyber journals for all purposes seem more than anything to be an outlet for ones miserable pathetic life, existence and other assorted negative feelings. I assume this is not true for everyone but some how I myself don't seem to care enough or bother to write something here unless I'm truly and utterly thrown into a random state of mental disturbance where misery, confusion, sadness, anger, chaos and other words which basically means sad and confused are the key elements. Its the time when all hope fails and you just want the day to end. The cure is sleep..... I had a dream, I can't recall.. but it was so wonderful I almost cried that I woke up..... I hate reality, it seems so flawed. I want to find my way back........ find my way back home...... home to you. The dream that will cease to exist, the dream that is not real, the dream where I am happy. Or the other alternative is to sleep tonight and wake up and carry on with life as I know it tomorrow, maybe it will be better, maybe I'll just be here writing random rubbish that no one will read or 225 facebook friends will find somewhat amusing, partially a waste of their time and probably just a solution for 7 and a half minutes of boredom.
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Awesome read ! Wow !
ReplyDeleteYour 'random rubbish' is lot better than a lot of crap that i have subscribed on my google reader :P atleast i know what you are saying !